Xiao Shun inferred that the old drunkard is at least a cultivator in the supernatural power realm. After all, the momentum that the other party showed from time to time was far beyond the level of spiritual forging cultivators!

As for how many levels of God-enhancing the other party is, he doesn't know.

After eating the dry food, the two set off again and headed for Qingcang Mountain.

At the same time, Yunyingzhai.

Since the village leader Xue Yong left the village to attend the village leader's meeting, the important task of handling the matter fell on Luo Ming's head, the captain of the guard team.

Luo Ming was very proud of being able to sit on the throne of the village leader for a moment, and thought to himself that the feeling of being above ten thousand people was really wonderful.

But before he was happy for a long time, a member of the guard rushed in from outside with a hurried look on his face: "Team... Captain, big... big things are not good..."

The man ran so hard that he couldn't help but even talked.

Seeing this, Luo Ming frowned and shouted in a deep voice: "I'm so stormy and polite. If you have anything to do, hurry up and say it!"

The boss got angry. The man was so scared that he shivered. After swallowing hard, he replied with a hard forehead: "The young man went to change shifts this morning, but found that the old alcoholic and Xiao Shun disappeared. He only saw four four companions dead!

"What did you say?"

Luo Ming stood up "huo" and glared at the subordinate who was reporting the situation, with raging flames in his eyes.

The subordinate was so scared that he knelt on the ground, trembling and unable to say a word.

Luo Ming is the second-in-command of Yunying Village. His status is only below the leader Xue Yong, and he can be said to be below tens of thousands of people.

This person is not a kind person on weekdays and has extremely strict requirements on his subordinates. Since he became the captain of the guard team, I don’t know how many people have died tragically under his iron-blooded skills, which makes people dare not neglect any.

Looking at his trembling subordinates, Luo Ming snorted angrily.

"Hmph, take me over there and take a look!"

Immediately, a group of people came to the wooden house where the old drunkard was.

The wooden house was already empty at this time.

Four bodies with dead eyes were lying quietly outside the wooden house.

Luo Ming walked up to investigate and saw that the corpses were well preserved, not as if they had experienced a great war.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered one thing in common between these corpses.

"It should be a sharp weapon piercing through the spiritual platform, resulting in death. These wounds are extremely small. It seems that they should be objects such as silver needles!" Luo Ming said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, a close confidant came forward to remind him: "Captain, what should I do? If the village leader wants to know about this, we will be in trouble!"

After four members of the guard team died at once, Xue Yong naturally could not easily accept such losses. If he could not catch the murderer before he returned, Luo Ming would naturally be held accountable.

Luo Ming knew more about the things in his eyes than anyone else. He pondered for a moment, turned his head and ordered his subordinates aside: "Take the search beast here immediately!"

Soon, a strong hunting dog was led over.

This animal looks like a dog, but its ability is much greater than that of a dog. Xue Yong spent a lot of money to buy it from a major sect. It is said that as long as the things that have been used are sniffed by this beast, even the ends of the world will not be able to get out!

Immediately, someone led the search beast around the old haunted house.

"Wang..."

Leaving his gaze, the tracking beast suddenly barked towards the east.

Seeing this, Luo Ming felt a little calmer. After all, as long as he was targeted by the tracking beast, the target would definitely not be able to escape.

As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly ordered the rest of his subordinates: "You are guarding the village, I will go back!"

He is a cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Level of Spirit Forging, and is only one step away from the realm of magical powers. He is extremely powerful and is also a well-known figure in the world of casual cultivators.

If he went out to chase and kill two murderers, the guards would naturally feel relieved.

On the other side, Xiao Shun and the old drunkard had already passed through the woods and came to an open land, but they were heading to a majestic peak, standing at the end of their sight.

Xiao Shun pointed to the mountain: "Where is Qingcang Mountain?"

"Not bad!" the old drunk nodded: "There have always been a meeting of the village chiefs. Let's find a place to spend the night on the ground and go up the mountain tomorrow morning!"

Xiao Shun is in no way too much. After all, he has nothing to do when he goes up now. It would be better to find a place to rest and deal with the next grand event.

The village chief conference is the most important event in the world of casual cultivators. Every time it is held, it is extremely lively, making many casual cultivators look forward to it!

In fact, this camp master meeting is not much different from the martial arts competition. With the head of the general camp, all the casual cultivators can come to the stage to challenge the major camp masters. As long as they win, they can successfully replace the losers and become the owner of a certain village.

The world of scattered cultivators is really "to make the winner king", and this sentence is fully expressed!

While introducing Xiao Shun the history and essence of the camp leader meeting, the old drunkard brought the latter to a clearing ground full of gravel.

There are many burnt fires around the open space. It seems that they are traces of life left by the casual cultivators who have stayed here before.

Seeing this, Xiao Shun smiled and said, "These people should have come here very early. It seems that they are full of hope for this conference!"

When the old drunkard heard this, his eyes suddenly became extremely deep, and his tone was filled with emotion: "Everyone has the idea of ​​success and fame, but how many can they really do it? Most of them are just mediocre people disturbing themselves!"

For some reason, Xiao Shun felt that the other party's whole sentence was probably a self-report, otherwise such abnormal emotional fluctuations would not have occurred.

Although he was puzzled, he did not ask anything, but kept this scene firmly in his heart and waited for the opportunity to confirm it in the future.

The old drunkard didn't know what Xiao Shun was thinking, so he just picked up the wine bottle and tasted it.

He has been drinking this bottle of wine for two days, and he always tastes it briefly, because if he drinks it all in one breath, he should have nothing to drink in a short time!

As he drank, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Xiao Shun: "Why did I forget this?"

"What?" Xiao Shun looked puzzled when he heard this.

The old drunkard replied: "A few years ago, that guy Xue Yong brought a tracking beast back from a sect. This time they will definitely rely on the beast to search for our whereabouts!"

As for this, he couldn't regret it. If he could recall this earlier, Xiao Shun would set fire to burn everything!

Xiao Shun didn't know what a tracking beast was, but it was probably very powerful to be able to be told so seriously by the old drunkard.

The village chief meeting is about to be held. If something happens at this critical moment, it is really not a popular scene!

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Shun immediately suggested: "Senior, why don't we think of a way to remove the smell from our body, so that we can avoid searching!"
Chapter completed!